The story centers on the people living in the house. Where are you situated? The plants are overgrown and require pruning. It’s hard to see things clearly upon entering this room. What is the function of this room? Is this the living room? Residents of this house, where are you? How did things become so unkempt? Take the time to trim and maintain, as if you continue to neglect things, it makes me ...

She’s gone

I lay in my room all the time,

Waiting for her to come back.

But she won’t.

And I know it,

Somewhere deep inside

I only leave my room to eat.

I sob in bed, hugging her finger-knitted blankie.

Her little butterfly garden dies without care.

I hate that I let her down again.

Then again, what care do I have to give?

All of it belonged to her

Its not fair.

Why would the most kind,

Car...

“What are you doing here?” a shrill voice comes from behind me. I've been too busy taking in this… this place, I didn't even think about the fact that a person might live here. The plants that sprouted everywhere and the walls that are made out of live trees, sucked me into this child-like fantasy. I would dream of places like this when I was little.

It was comfortably warm and a bit humid, but I...

My earliest memory is arriving. I was a poor five year old girl, starving, and sick. I had walked for miles looking for shelter. Rain drenched me. Tears streamed down my face. I remember giving up, accepting that that might me my last day. I layed down in a muddy meadow, my hand reached for my Mother’s necklace.

Closing my hand around it I whispered. “I’m sorry I failed Mum.” I took a shaky brea...

“Here, child,” Mother Nature cups her hands and catches the rain, pouring what puddles in her palms over a pot of seeds. They suddenly burst, stretching up and blossoming into several colors. “May you bloom,” she coos, her fingertips brush the plant.

She moves onto the next. And the next. The next and the next. She buzzes around, planting, growing, budding, watering and feeding each plant. Vegeta...

Trigger warning- Blood and gore. If you are sensitive to these topics, please do not read.

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“Nova!” I scream, rushing after the troublesome black cat who had run away with my dinner, yet another time.

Stumbling over roots and rocks, it takes me a while before I get to her favorite hiding space. The flower room.

The flower room is a room filled full of what its name suggests, flowers. Bunches o...

Dawn breaks but Marigold can’t will herself to get out of her cushion of ferns. How long has it been since she’s last felt the grass in her toes, or talked to another creature. Two weeks? Three? She wouldn’t be surprised if she exited just to realize that an eternity has passed while she indulged in pity.

The place has already began showing signs of being unkept. Plants once thriving now wild and...

Swaying green velvet dress just kissing the floor with every step she took her hips moving sideways like a magnetic force was drawing each one in with perfect timing to the rhythm of her heart beat.

She was a fairy type,

a fairy godmother in fact

And an illusionist in fiction.

I met her one summer night after I had waited for hours for my mum to come home.

Back before the days of mobile phones...

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When you believe there’s no mystery to life it surprises you, when that happens the experience is significant.

She sits back thinking of a day she’ll have an opportunity to have the experience to remember. Her Gardens are meant for her nerves, as it eases her when anxiety wants to creep up on her. Eliza had been growing her garden for years, she loves it so much and she has...

freshness

of the aroma

basil,

rosemary

thyme

the fragrance

refreshing

a gasps of breaths

of wind

of a sensory

overload

and wonderful wonderful

Goodness...